June 2, 2009
By Chase Rowe BRONZE, Mystic, Connecticut
Chase Rowe BRONZE, Mystic, Connecticut
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Depp in the murky depths of the abyssal sea monsterbelly dwells an old, yet spunky eskimo. Quite content inside of this massive behemoth, he made a bowling alley. Inside of the whales intestines! A fish head for a ball, and bones as pins. When this lonely eskimo is not bowling, he often goes white water rafting inside of the burning stomach acids. Last winter he fell off the raft and some of his skin melted away. The last thing this ice walker does everyday is go fishing for tuna that gets swallowed by the thousands by this massive blubbery swimmer.

The author's comments:
This was a poem that was written for a class assignment and people seemed to really enjoy it.

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